Yesterday saw Sydney at its best. While our poor Queensland family and friends sagged under unbearably hot conditions, we were blessed with temperatures in the mid-twenties and beautiful blue skies. This year it was our two daughters' turn to spend Christmas with their in-laws; and with our son, daughter-in-law and four remaining grandchildren up in Queensland, we had a quiet but nevertheless delightful Christmas Day home alone with my brother as our guest.
Now that everyone was back in town, a belated Christmas was organised.
Rather than traditional bonbons, our granddaughter created her own version for each guest.
Complete with jokes. Instead the usual bonbon bang, we blew up the brown paper bags and popped them.
Much to the relief of the turkey population, we opted for ham, prawns and lashings of salad,
with tomatoes freshly picked from the garden.
The pudding recipe has been in the family for over 50 years. My mother discovered it all those years ago and you simply don't muck around with a formula when it's this good.
My brother gave the boys remote control cars for Christmas, so straight after lunch they gave them a serious workout.
Someone borrowed Daddy's camera for a photo duel with her great-uncle,
and someone discovered that there was indeed enough room for cake.
Second Christmas - highly recommended. Ask any Hobbit.